life, death, love and other forms of poetry by alcoholic poet

He tasted like eden. But bit back like nod. There were eyes on every corner. In choking kaleidoscopes. That never stopped changing.

There was the frown in his brow. The pause in his ignition. As we set off. Hoping to get far enough away from whatever it was we were.

The dolls made their porcelain faces. All dressed in delicate gowns. The hour proposed its alternatives. While we danced. Like children orphaned on the playground. Empty swings scrolling softly to the rhythm of the wind.

I always thought time had more power. That it would make me different. Like it did before.

Superb. Jaw dropping lines in this one - 'Like children orphaned on the playground.' is perhaps my favourite - that's got a punch-in-the-face full of sadness, but there are so many good lines here. I'll be back for sure and have linked you.